Here we are again in London… I don't know if I would want to enter this church. It used to be that a church was a refuge for any person in danger. The priest would have welcomed you and hidden you from whoever was pursuing you, even the police ! Things have changed, and now, when I see such a building in London, I cannot avoid to think about Ambrose Chapel where Hitchcock sent James Stewart and Doris Day in The Man Who Knew Too Much. What would happen in this place if I rang the bell at night to try to hide from… let's say the rain. Probably nothing. I would have to blame myself for not having taken an umbrella. Now why did I take this picture ? I was walking fast to my hotel and It suddenly struck me that I was not in a movie set. It was real, although it gave me this impression of not being in my own life, but somewhere in between a movie script and a fuzzy feeling of emptiness. The kind of situation where the mind is drifting from one thing to another and you end up losing the sense of reality. I took my camera to get back where I was, in a London street, just out of the train from Paris.